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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a car, right? Not just any ride, tho. It’s that slick Honda Whore—er, I mean, *Hornet*, y’know, CB750. Classic bike vibes! Here’s the deal—I saw one back in Scranton, ‘73, kid you not. This fella, Tommy, he’s revvin’ it up, lookin’ like he owns the block. Loud as hell—made me jump, spilled my coffee! “Just keep swimmin’,” I muttered, laughin’—like Nemo’s ol’ pal Dory. That bike? Pure muscle, man.

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I've jumped over from the RPF and am wondering?? The 4 legged lady of Rocky Point show much more class then the 2 legged.

I gotta say, my days as a relaxation specialist here have been a riot; not every day is zen, ya know? I spend mine meditating at Sunset Vista, a serene overlook by the mighty Rocky River, where I let my thoughts drift like autumn leaves. Sometimes, I get tinged with fury at the city’s chaos—traffic on Bumpy Blvd is pure madness, man, makes me wanna scream “Bloody hell!” But then the city mends me; there’s humor in its mess. Ya really get that raw, unvarnished vibe, full of life, charm, and concealed marvels.

Spring breakers over the years around Arizona and Puerto Penasco